Christopher Hitchens has made an announcement – he has throat cancer.

I have been advised by my physician that I must undergo a course of chemotherapy on my esophagus. This advice seems persuasive to me. I regret having had to cancel so many engagements at such short notice.

This is somewhat shocking, yet understandingly predictable given Mr. Hitchens personal vices. The sad news also serves as an unwelcome reminder that each of us shines for a brief time before returning to the void – even our heroes.

Just pause for a moment to think about this: not too many years ago medical science had no idea what cancer was, let alone how to treat it. Modern understandings of the human body obtained through education, dedication, and millions of man hours of careful observation has resulted in knowledge about this terrible disease. Science is the only methodology that will save Hitchens and others from suffering, pain, or possibly death.

Prayer is pretending to do something to make yourself feel better.  It’s nothing more than wishful thinking.

I wish Mr. Hitchens all the very best, and sincerely hope he makes a speedy recovery. I take it your in the best medical care available.